Appearing in a mirage, I wandered the Arizona desert for forty years, always alone, always lost. The heat takes its toll on verbs, not adjectives. There are not two ways to approach dehydration; only one, the one with symbols. Petroglyphs in rock show the way to live without presumptuous glory.
Then, tired of the blistering sands, turning to my later years I longed for the sea. The green currents called. So leaving the Gila mirage-maker behind wound my way to Massachusetts, to watch the sea examine what it created, and to die. more »

More than just a man, Stan is a poet, a teacher, a philosopher, and a friend close to my heart. He has taught me so much, and he has inspired me, and many others to never stop learning, to never stop trying to reach for the stars. Always write, and always live.

And The Rains Came

After a 100-day droughtWringing the patience from everybody's pores, The rain finally enshrouded the concrete city; Strange hungry plants invaded odd corners, And tales of woe became tales of defeat.The cars & trams were uselesslyBound in a fog that lasted sun to sun; Peculiar denizens of the forest deepFell punctuating from the sky.An epidemic of ricketts, were it not forVitamin D capsules, made way.Some were not immune.Posters of bowlegged young menSprung everywhere.